#FridayFictioneers – 13/9/13 – Emigration

Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to stimulate and inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry. The Friday Fictioneers then post their stories.

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I wrote this as a historical piece, but I’m not sure that it isn’t still lived by some today.

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

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Emigration (100 words)

For weeks there had been nothing to see but sky. The rain had soaked from above, the sea leaked in from below. At last they would walk on land and breathe fresh air instead of the putrid stench of the hold. Their sores would dry, their lips heal and soften. Bird song would replace the creaks of rope and rubbing planks. Colour and contrast would enliven the eyes once more in place of the grey murk that had greeted most mornings.

In their homeland they were condemned, their futures certain. In the new world there was hope; anything might happen.

9 Responses

It sure must have been something. Just imagine…Lady Liberty rising as their ship sailed closer and closer to the shores of their new sanctuary. Your story was a good evocation of the prompt and a window on the past.